The Hand.

7 year old Elyse laid in her bed.She was pale,with short medium brown hair,and sea green eyes.Her eyes were half closed as she tried to sleep.As she laid there she couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen.The same feeling she had that night 3 years ago.That night she found herself in hell.Though this was slightly different.This time she felt like something was coming.What,she did not know.But she did know it meant her harm.Laying there she looked at her bedroom door.She saw something under the crack of the door.A shadow.It was pacing back and forth on the other side of her door. "Beau?"She asked,thinking it was her dog.Deep inside she knew it wasn't her dog.It was something else.It was what meant her harm.She laid paralyzed in her bed.What ever it was,it started to crawl through the crack under her door.Once through she saw to her terror what it was.It was a severed human hand.At the wrist where it was cut off there was fresh blood still dripping.The hand itself seemed almost transparent,like a ghost,yet rotted like a zombie.It paused once in her room,as if it were looking around.It then turned towards her bed.It saw  her,despite having no eyes it saw and knew where she was. "No."she whispered softly interror.It charged at her bed. Elyse, terrified did the first thing that came to her mind once it reached her bed.She grabbed her pillow and flung it on the hand.It seemed like hours as she sat in her bed gathering her courage.At last she took a deep breath.She reached down and picked up the pillow.The hand was gone,but in its place was an eerie mist.Soon the mist itself vanished as well.Elyse sighed in relief.She was safe.For now.But when would the next attack happen?Who or what would be next?But most of all,why is this happening to her?